They
slept the sleep of deep amnesia.Wandering
through time and life and love.Seeking
perfect moments while the up abovekept
seeking down below. The information agewas
almost over. Intellect protruding asthe
war machines wore down its many heights.Fighting
yet another war, within the barren blight.

The
desert stormed for so much longerthan
they thought it would. Hot and dry,and
always ill-defined. Containing all the feelof
fire. Bringing passion back into the livingoceans
of their lives. But passion's painseemed
all that they could gain,this
time around.

Eyes
open wide, within the fire and ice.Extremities
that met themselves inside.Finding
that the space they'd madecommuned
within a stasis that wasordered
as immune. Until they traveledto
that sacred place. A secret space.Their
wishing well, so deep within each cell.Within
a wave of time they never held.The
rushing round had all slowed downfor
them.

Quiet,
and the peace of contemplation.Emotions
a mere backdrop of the light.Sensations
numbed as spirit took to flight.And
yet, within each cell of flesh,awakening
began. Again and yet again,ad
infinitum. Flying high and sinking deep.The
promises they had to keep. Made in daysof
past that always honored love's endurance.

And
then they found that love could bringthe
toughest of the choices to them all.Suspended
o'er the edge of earthen cliffs.Looking
down while spying all the lightof
heaven in its many splendors. Held,somehow
in stasis, deep within the facetsof
their own reflective moods. Sun shiningbright
within the storming heights.

Perhaps
the mists would always bethe
best of places to receivethe
ghostly images projected.From
the ancient keep now nameda
garbage dump. They lived amongex-rated
fantasies. As within their sexuality,the
powers of the light and night weresinking
too completely out of sight.

Yet
still, they claimed to own the never known.And
bade all others listen to their deep-setimagery.
Never quite put into words.Oh
no, the big and brawny nerdshad
never come that far.Instead,
they lived their lives within machinery.One
to two and back again, with nothing in between,and
all the rest a void that sounded like the nevermore.Electric
currents blinding eyes to all theymight
receive within their hearts. Success,and
thus another failure entered in.

And
so they chose to sleep the dreamsof
what was called amnesia in men's schemes.Merely
wondering through time and life and love.But
not quite touched, not where it mattered.Seeking
perfect moments while the up abovekept
sinking down below. The information agewas
almost over. Intellect protruding asthe
war machines wore down its many heights.Fighting
yet another war, within the barren blight.

Ideals
forsworn within a newborn creedcalled
bio-ethics. Upholding normsthat
lived into their deaths.And
so the misery was spreadfrom
up above into the down below.Impotent,
they lay awake and soughtthe
sleepy satin of the night. While every answerevery
gleaned - became another war machine -driving
through the facets of what once wasnamed
as them. But their computers lingered on.Killing
all the living warmth of sun upon their skin.

Programs
written by the most downtroddenof
them all. Desperate, it lead them into yetanother
fall that lived within each little glitch.Invisible,
the great revenge evolving.Little
children brainwashed by its beams.Reeking
havoc in their living dreams.Seeking,
always seeking, some new schemethat
might allow their souls to livewithin
the stream of life's reality again.

Mother
love, an integer, too long left undefinedby
manmade time and misplaced space.The
image blamed for all the ills they'd spun.Would
they ever find the way again -to
love...?